Sabrina Fair
By Samuel Taylor
SABRINA: Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t recognize me! Have I changed? Have I really changed? I’m so glad to see you! David didn’t recognize me either, did you? Ah! Then I have changed, haven’t I? I don’t mean just the clothes, that was easy. But me! Myself! Do I seem different? Here now! Without the hat! (and she tears off the smart, ridiculous little hat, and shakes out her hair.) Now!
How wonderful! I wanted so to hear you say that. Is that vain of me? I don’t mean it to sound vain. I just thought it would be such fun to hear you say it. Because I feel so different! It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning, as the ship was coming up the bay. And then later lying in my berth, having breakfast – my last breakfast of the good French bread and that horrible coffee that I love so – I thought: (she closes her eyes and tells her dream, with a soft smile) What fun it will be… they’ll all be in the garden, in the walled garden off the terrace… and I’ll come running into them to say hello. And they’ll say: “Sabrina? Is it Sabrina? Why Sabrina, we didn’t recognize you!” (She opens her eyes and grins) And that’s the way it happened! Oh! Think if you had just said, “Oh hello Sabrina, how are you?” I’d have died (she whirls on Julia) You don’t remember me, but I remember you. I used to peek around the corners at you. You’re famous in Paris, did you know that? I kept hearing about you all the time. It seems as though everybody knows you. And they tell such wonderful stories about you, in the twenties: about you and Picasso and Gertrude Stein, and the book shop you ran, and the magazine… It must be fun to be a part of a ledged.
Oh no! Paris was the most exciting place in the world then, wasn’t it?
It still is! (She turns and yells.) Father? I wish you could have seen father at the station. He was completely baffled. There I was, charging across the platform at him, yelling, “Father!” and he kept looking over his shoulder to see who my father was! (she crossed to him swiftly, smiling at him lovingly.) I finally had to leap at him to make him recognize me, didn’t I? And the most terrible thing happened! I leaped too hard and knocked him down! Right there in front of all Glen Cove! ... Father! The most dignified man on Long Island! Thank goodness it wasn’t a commuter’s train. (Pause… Silent apology) It’s just that I’m so excited
